This is my first blog, please don’t be cruel.

Have you ever had a time where your think the darkness in your soul grows as you age and grow more powerful? For me, it’s a curse as it reveals while I go to one of the most famous academies.

Let me begin from the beginning. My mother is a powerful ice mage and my father is a fire mage. When I was borne most people expected me to be a promising mage, none ever expected I would become what I am now. My father and mother trained me to be a cleric and to their surprise, I wasn’t a cleric. I turned to be a warlock. My parents used to study forbidden magic under the influence of Grendal the Really Old, but somehow the magic affected them, and therefore passed down to me. No one knew about this till now.

I arrived at this academy, I never knew about my powers, so during my time there, I only found despair. My room mate was a priest, which I envied, a lot. We greeted each other when I came in.
He said, “My name is Philip. What’s yours?”
I said, “My name is Jess.”
When we shook hands Philip instantly fell to the floor. The light from his eyes fled from his eyes. I ran him over to the hospital wing, and handed him over to the doctors and told them what happened. They were shocked how a single hand shake could of thrown a holy member to a coma. They checked my hands and did a scan of our dormitory, they found nothing so they left and told me to go to class.

I had a class list that went like this:

First class- History of magic. 50 minutes.
Second class- Magical accuracy. 10 min.
Study Hall for 1 hour.
Third class- Elemental Studies.

And so forth.

I went to my first class, which was Sooooooooooooooo boring! I aced the test though, my parents taught me the history of magic when I was very young so I knew everything. But while I was not paying attention in class, I noticed this girl who was a cleric. She was about my height and she had the most beautiful face. Then in the second class, I had a blast, I mean literally had a blast. I was shooting energy bolts like a mad man, then out of nowhere, a blast of terrifying black magic blew in the middle and all of kids got hurt, but me. I was covered in a black veil concentrated with the same energy that blasted us.

I went to my other classes and passed them all with perfect score. The only class I didn’t get perfect score in was homework. All I had to do was beat a bunch of weakened Lucidas, but as soon as one hit me, something weird happened. I absorbed the darkness and then a wand and staff appeared from thin air. It was a Dimon Wand and a Kage. My dark oriental fury coat, my dark galaxy, my dark enigma shoes, my dark sage was then covered in the dark energy and I lost control. Then everything I was wearing turned to what seemed a dragon. My gloves and shoes were then changing into claws with razor sharp talons. My armor then turned to an indestructible plate with poisonous spikes on its back laced with dragon hide. Not soon did my helmet turned into a head of a horned dragon. Then I grew giant wings of pure dark energy. I obliterated the Lucidas. Philip, who recently recovered from his coma, came over to congratulate me but was petrified by my appearance. The instructors came to stop me. My endless rampage nearly killed them. Then seeing the face of the cleric I met in history class freed me, only to collapse when I hit the ground.

What will happen next?

Please rate this 1 out of 10. Sorry if this is long, I like writing long stuff. : P